Smells of the sea, where are we? 

The Carnival, only leaves of emeralds 

Flutter where children played. Where we played. 

Only the wind, dancing through the plastic horses, 

Giving life? No illusions of a time passed. 

When we where young. Paint peeling off the child hood memories. 

Summer’s gone, will I ever go back? 

Put the pieces together. 

Find the love, fun, joy.